LEARN HOW TO LIVE 



Along the lawns the tulip-lamps are lit, 



Amber, and amaranth, and ivory, 

 Porphyry, silver and chalcedony 



Filled with the sunlight and the joy of it. 



The tulip lamps are lit the Spring's own gold 

 Glows burning bright in each illumined cup, 



Wrought in those secret mines of dusky mould 

 Where Winter's hidden hoard was garnered 

 up. 



The flame will fade, the goblets break and fall, 

 Strewing the dim earth with their beauty's 



wrack ; 

 All will be spent and past their festival 



Ere the first vagrant swallow shall come back. 

 ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON. 



" In the Heart of a Garden." 



Vestured and veiled with twilight, 

 Lulled in the winter's ease, 



Dim, and happy, and silent, 



My garden dreams by its trees. 



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